A striking absence of rain
Unfair of me, to poke holse in someone else’s story. But, if you place your work online, and classify the effort as a documentary, it’s fair game. This afternoon, I watched something with plot holes large enough to allow a cement truck to come through.
Let me set the scene. A small family. Happy parents with a five-year-old. Abandoned their careers and moved to the country. Another country. Starting over in every sense. The premise; that they purchased an abandoned farmhouse, at the end of a very long road. An acre-and-a-half of ground, that would serve as a sustinence farm. The house was one notch above total ruin, with a limited budget for the restoration. And so we begin.
The bragging point, in the opening moments, was that there wasn’t a power pole or pylon to spoin thir view. So, no electricity. Or plumbing. Or suitable all-weather road in a nation where rain is a trade,ark. Of course, neither of the adults had experience in “the trades” A house with no roof, so they started by layings a concrete floor. With a wheelbarrow and a couple of long sticks. I helieve it, sort of.
They burn through their budget and savings, albeit after the buy of a large wood stove, with not visible wood supply. Replacing the beams was handled by the new owner, solo. The size of the beams would require a crane, but, hey.
Their trailer leaked, and didn’t appear to have heating. The child did not want to wear multhiple mittens. Getting local tradepeople was extremely difficult, until three days before Xmas, when the rookers arrived and worked a Chirstmas miracle.
I can’t go on. The mother-in-law stops by (from another country), recognizes the bleak future and donotes sufficient momies to keep this whole mess afloat. And on and on. Until a year later, when the house changed architecture, go a beautifl paint job to complement the new windows. I will remember this story, as a modern fairy tale. And the rain helf off, for the entire year.
